On Tuesday a girl I know asked if I could give her a ride from Evergreen to Denver. I don’t get out that way very often and, aside from her, know absolutely nobody in that town. Anyway, at about 1:30 she needed to stop at the 7-11 just outside Evergreen on Route 74, and my car is parked there for about 15 minutes. She finally comes out and gets in the passenger side when I see this POS silver minivan filled to the roof with trash with bondo, dents, scratches, and a faded Harley Davidson sticker in the back window slowly backing through the parking lot directly towards my rear quarterpanel. When he gets about 2 feet away with no sign of stopping, I lean on the horn and yell, “WTF?” He stops inches from my car (absolutely no reason for him to be backing through the parking area like that – I’m guessing maybe he saw the gas cap was on the wrong side or something). The passenger looks out the window and smirks, some dirtbag who looks like he hasn’t had a haircut in a year and has been drinking since morning. I hear the driver slur, “I saw ya.” Then they slowly pull forward towards the gas pumps.
I slowly back out of the parking spot and I see the driver glaring at me. Another dirtbag, white guy, disheveled reddish blonde hair, I’m guessing about 300 pounds, wearing an orange T-shirt. “Maybe I should show you my badge,” he says. You have got to be shitting me. I’d be surprised if anyone would hire this idiot to be a night watchman guarding firewood. “I think I need to talk to you,” he says. This is getting even better – what, is he going to step out of his trash filled mini-van in his orange T-shirt and expect me to respect his authority? As far as I can tell I haven’t committed any violation of the law. So I ignore him and leave. “That’s right, run away,” I hear him say.
Now, I know the correct and proper thing to have done would’ve been to call 911 and report a suspected police impersonator to CSP and give them his description and plate number, but I did not get a clear look at the plate number, her cell phone had a dead battery, my cellphone was switched off and locked in the glovebox, she had an appointment, and this happened to be one of those times I didn’t have a gun in the car (it had been a rough morning and I left the house in a hurry with nothing but a cup of coffee for breakfast). Besides, for all I knew maybe he was a police officer of some sort in one of those mountain towns – he certainly wasn’t from any department with a fitness requirement though. My landlord was involved in a road rage incident with an off duty DPD officer a couple years back, so I know those things do occasionally happen, but I seriously doubt this dirtbag was any sort of cop at all . . . although from the way he spoke it was obvious he’d presented himself as one before and was comfortable doing so.
I don’t really have anything more to say about this, and am not asking for advice . . . just telling you guys about the weirdo in Evergreen I ran into the other day, seeing if anyone knows who he is or has any thoughts on the matter.
